The thing looked soreal. If he hadn't known differently, he'd have said it was a realvagina, with folds of skin forming the vaginal lips and clitoris ...t thehead.This is really a man. He thought in his head, but his dick didn't believehis mind. His dick was excited for the seeming woman in front of him. Heclimbed on top and started feeling her left breast whilst fingering hervagina. The breast felt real and wobbled just like a real breast would.Her honey hole was already starting to get wet, but. She can't stop watching him. Watching Rhys. She started coming here in winter, when the school swimming season was well and truly over. She'd bring an A3 sketchbook and work from memory, drawing birds,friends, still lifes. It was quiet, and the occasional beam of sunlight would finger through a window and reflect off the lapping salted water. Then, one day, a thunderous splash distracted her. She looked up, startled, to see a slender, muscular body coursing its way through the water, a head. But it involved people getting hurt. I said I didn’t care just as long as I got what I wanted. I didn’t know it was going to be murder!”“Yeah, that’s an interesting one,” Lee says, not believing a word of what was just said. “Malcolm Denver is missing. His girlfriend murdered after his disappearance. Then we have Tori Mitchell, Tracy Markum, and Skye Fording, murdered and linked to you. Jerry Winters is coming down later to confess everything.” Lee turns and looks at the man through the mirror.. At that, I got out of bed. ‘What are you doing, honey?’ Brit’s surprised voice came from her side of the bed. I could hear her getting up onto one elbow to look for me in the dark. ‘I don’t want to pick up any diseases from you,’ not being specific about just what kind of things I might be worried about, ‘I’m going to sleep in the guest room,’ I snapped back at her. ‘Oh, Jim. Don’t get all mad and huffy. Come back to bed, I’m sure its not something contagious,’ she pleaded. ‘If having sex.